To all the boys I’ve fucked before
I barely remember your name
But I once knew your body
In the dark.
I don’t know your number
But I know what cologne you wear
It lingers in my room
Like a dark cloud
And sometimes if I inhale really deep
And concentrate
I can smell it.
I don’t know your address
But I once found your soul
And you uncovered part of mine.
I couldn’t look you in the face
If I saw you now
But once you knew my face
When your thumb grazed my lips
And your lips held mine.
Your sweatshirt’s gathering dust
In some part of my closet
I don’t know why it’s still there.
The scars you marked on my body are faded
And all that remains of you
Is my bittersweet memory
Of the sweaty little moments
You made me whole.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Thank you! I deliberated whether I should share it due to it’s brutally honest nature but I’m glad it has reached the right audience.
woah...this is brutally honest, heartfelt and just outstanding! loved the format and flow and how you described each aspect of being with compared to what remains!you have a new subscriber!